I saw this post circulating on Facebook yesterday, and had to share it. April was autism whatever you want to call it month. And a quiet one it was. Not as many feel good stories. A few arguments over awareness versus acceptance. Some nattering about the puzzle piece versus the infinity rainbow symbol. Dr. Bogner, of Bogner Health in Bloomfield Hills, Michigan wrote the post. I was unfamiliar with Dr. Bogner. He's a functional medicine practitioner. It felt affirming to read his words in a world where autism parents are hanging on for dear life behind closed doors. Over twenty years I took Mia and Gianna to their first DAN! (RIP) doctor, a then elderly allergist named Frank Waickman, who was a colleague of Dr. Rimland. After examining Mia and Gianna, he turned to me, 36 years old, pregnant with my third baby, and said, "How are YOU doing, Kim? How are you taking care of yourself." I've never forgotten that moment of human kindness. Thank you, Dr. Bogner, for your affirmation of the struggles.
To all YOU warriors…
…standing at your son’s ER bed while he is restrained getting injected with antipsychotics for his rage.
…kneeling next to the bathtub at 2am while he is screaming and punching his face.
…screaming while he beats you in the backyard and the neighbors calling the cops.
…pulling over on the expressway while he pulls your hair so hard you almost flipped your car.
…pleading with the cops not to arrest him after he beat up a kid in the supermarket…
…ready to get in the car to pick him up early from school because he is punching himself in the chest 3000 times
…holding him tight at night when he is shaking in bed wondering wtf is going on.
Hardcore autism. That’s the life you live.
And you keep fighting! Because you are cut from a different cloth.
Where we go one, we go all.